One goal I had for 2012 was to join a gym. I wanted a place that I could feel comfortable and it offered all the classes that I like…cause what I didn’t want to do is pay two separate gyms (even though i’m willing to pay for a yoga studio membership…but ugh, the prices!!!! sorry….focus). So on Valentine’s Day, I found my place. And the very first class I signed up for was Pole Intro.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to pole dance. Next to belly dancers, strippers have some of the best bodies. Their isolations and control should be applauded. All while in 6 inch heels? I tip my hat to you ladies. So in my mind, I thought I was going to spin, booty pop, and crawl my way into oblivion. I would feel sexy and look sexy…plus, I’d have some sort of “secret weapon” for my man for some nights at home.
What I got was tired arms, inner thigh chaffing, and bruises.
I already respected strippers, but after that first class I gained a new level of respect. But in that acknowledgement, I also knew that I had work to do before I could brag that I know pole moves. Trust me, that has been an uphill battle. But one thing about me; when I’ve made up in my mind that I’m doing something, I have complete tunnel vision. I signed up for pole classes twice a week, for MONTHS. In fact, any class that involved pole work (like my now favorite Stripper Bootcamp) I was there. I learned from different teachers. I learned to trust my body and to not over think it. Kept practicing. Then for two months, the pole classes were always full. Tonight was my return to pole class.
Is pole dancing the same as riding a bike? Will I know what to do?
Lucky for me, my class was truly filled with newbies. Normally, I was in class with advance students and even a few guys who can swing from a pole better than me (seriously, this lacrosse player came in, first time, and got moves I couldn’t get in four months. *sigh* focus.). Tonight, I just wanted to see how far I’ve come and how much further I have. So we do the spinning fireman. I set myself up. I get my momentum going. I bring my knee up. I point my toes.
You’ve gotten much better, Tiffany!
I looked at myself the second time, and I really did. In fact, I had everyone in class looking to me to see how to do a spin or a walk. It was a humbling moment for me. It also showed me that staying consistent, even when I don’t see the end result, is the way to go. Just keep at it. You’ll do a fireman in no time